Penis hat. Any questions? First floor, MoMA. An absolute must-see. The BSD stood in front of it for hours, ladies circling like vultures, practically tasting his scent. He ignored them. Approved.
This house, soon to be owned as a West Coast pied-à-terre of the BSD. Approved (sans slacker friends about the pool).
Upside-down peace sign leather jacket. Hot. Approved.
So many reasons this is right. Approved.
Marvin Gaye. Approved.
Willa Holland. Now certifiably 18, and therefore, Approved.
Mongolia. Approved.
Old leather chair. This is the kind of chair from which the BSD would issue edicts like, "Would someone please grab my Maison cardigan? It's might chilly in here" or "I'm out of gin! Bartleby! Bring me the goddamn gin!" Approved.
Drinking alone. Approved.
Yes. Chick with tongue out, virtually egging the BSD on, asking for her comeuppance. You will get it young lady. Approved.
Great bomber. Approved.
Dirk Benedict. Approved.
Fucking art? Questionable. Dancing? Yes. Approved.
Bearded knit hats. A for effort, F for execution. Grow a real beard you fucking pansy. NOT Approved.
Doggy. Approved.
Italian wooden speedboat - family + amoral hussy = Approved.
Patrik Ervell blazer. Approved.
It's better than moderation. Approved.
The End (for now). Approved.
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